Lleyn Cerrig Bach Spectacle

At night there are stars welding sparks on the surface,

attempts to touch them led to abrupt fragmentation

Returning to the ash clouded surface and pink dust petals

a nugget of good intention will not dissolve metal habits

back out of the fire, its no hive for the swarm

the pulse remains, gradually the flood creeps upwards

inconvenient at first, then a blush of fear,

encompassing your body a carcass on the stairs

stepping down into brown water

 

Done